Body into the Sea! Obtain the Forget Love Stone!

His body reacted as well, standing proudly erect, flushed red and burning hot all over—the very signs of being poisoned by lust.

Li Bufan could hardly be blamed. He usually kept such desires buried deep within his heart; without provocation, they were manageable. But this place was the Sea of Hatred, Sky of Love of the Tianxiang Cult.

He had only just tasted the pleasures of the flesh and was brimming with youthful vigor, at the age when he was most sensitive to such things. In this environment, it became impossible to contain.

Those images grew clearer and clearer, more and more real.

He could even feel Lin Zhiyan's body temperature and smell the delicate fragrance upon her.

His reason was crumbling bit by bit. He knew he was sinking, yet he could not pull himself free. Like falling into quicksand, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Just as Li Bufan was about to sink completely and be swallowed by that sea of lust—

"Clang—"

The cry of a cauldron rang out from within his Spirit Sea, clear and melodious, like the toll of a bell from an ancient temple deep in the mountains.

The sound was not loud, yet it carried an irresistible force. In an instant, it spread through his limbs and bones, dragging him back from the brink of delirium.

The source of the sound was that Small Cauldron.

The Small Cauldron floated quietly within his Spirit Sea, entirely black, ancient and unadorned.

At that moment, it trembled faintly and gave off wave after wave of hums. Its ringing was like a basin of cold water poured over his head, clearing his mind at once.

The chaotic images and surging desire melted away beneath the cauldron's cry like snow and ice, rapidly receding.

Clarity gradually